Magic Chef Of Ice And Fire

MCIF Chapter 8.2

MCIF Chapter 8.2

Chapter 8.2 - True Sun Knife

The fish fell to the ground and bounced around in disarray, struggling to look for a way to survive. However, the fish had already departed from the water. How could they possibly continue to live without it?

Nian Bing quickly threw himself in front of the desk chair, closely grabbing Zha Ji's hand. He felt his own hand tremble along with his heart.

Zha Ji's hand was already somewhat cold. Nian Bing's stomach lurched. He moved his trembling finger underneath Zha Ji's nose and waited, hoping. But alas, fate is cruel. everything was so cruel, All of his hopes had turned into soap bubbles. Zha Ji had passed away. With a satisfied smile, he had passed away.

Tears uncontrollably poured down. Nian Bing felt extreme sorrow from within his heart and had even went as far as to cry without a sound; his body continuously shook. Scenes from the past continuously flashed throughout his mind; Zha Ji had saved him and brought him to Peach Blossom Forest, giving his all to instruct him. These past years, Zha Ji was exactly like Nian Bing's own father, caring for him in every possible way. Eight years, why only these short eight years? Master! Nian Bing is still waiting for you to see his journey to the peak of culinary skill! How could you possibly pass away? Don't tell me that you didn't wish to see Nian Bing become the greatest chef? Master, why did you die? Why?

Nian Bing's heart bled. Apart from that time at the Ice God's Pagoda, this was the most sorrowful hour of his life. As he lowered his head, tears fell to the ground. He finally looked at the True Sun Knife. A faint warmth flowed, wandering through the blade. It was his master's truest love. He noticed a few small slanted words had been carved into the ground, "Nian Bing, Master fears that he cannot wait for your fish soup. In fact, soon after my hands' tendons were severed, my heart had already died. As a chef, being unable to use your own hands to put out your most brilliant dishes is something even more painful than dying. The reason why I was alive, struggling at death's door, was because I did not wish to let the entirety of my skill follow me as I passed. Nian Bing, Master is selfish. Here, I want to say that I am sorry. Master had passed. However, Master had left his skills behind. I am convinced you will certainly pass down what you have unceasingly learned and raise your culinary skills to magnificence, becoming the greatest chef. Master also did not expect to pass away so soon. However, my body has repeatedly endured for quite a long time. Every time I told myself, I must press on, I must persevere until the moment you were capable of surpassing me. The heavens did not treat me coldly. They let me persevere until this day came at last. Nian Bing, did you know? When I saw your culinary skills approach mine, my heart was so excited, even more excited than if I could cook with my own hands again. Do not feel sad. There would be no meaning in it. Focus your entire state of mind into culinary skills and practicing magic. Finally, Master must urge you, that while revenge is necessary, you must act within your means. Carefully, carefully. I must leave now. After you come back, take what you need, but don't move my body as I am quite fond of this chair. You should burn this place down. You can use your fire magic to turn this place to ashes. Master can be regarded as to have died at his appointed place." When he wrote his few final words, they were already exceptionally vague. If Nian Bing hadn't been exceptionally familiar with Zha Ji's handwriting, it would have been hard for him to read it, especially that last word. Zha Ji had only written half of it.

"Master, did you truly pass away like this?" Nian Bing's tears had already dampened Zha Ji's chest. He cautiously and solemnly brushed Zha Ji's head neatly. He stood and took a step back, falling to his knees. He heavily knocked his head against the ground as he kowtowed nine times. "Master, I know you do not wish to see a weak Nian Bing. Be at ease, I will certainly become strong. From the hour I left the Ice God's Pagoda, I had told myself, I must be strong. Tears may only flow from enemy eyes. Still, now I cry. Master, please rest assured. So long as Nian Bing still draws breath, I will surely complete your final wishes. I will raise culinary skill on a path of magnificence, this is my promise to you!"